Novel & Cerita Hyacinth Book

she said, smiling happily at the thought of their first grandchild. “Hopefully, ma. By the way, I’m here to get my books.” “The ones by Jakara Blue? Yes, it’s on the bookshelf in your room.” Later in my room, I indeed saw about ten books by Jakara Blue that were arranged neatly on a shelf. I picked one of them and traced the embossed author’s name with my finger. This explained why I used the name Jakara Blue as my new name in Japan. It must be because I was an avid reader of Jakara Blue’s books. Remembering about my purpose in coming here, I started opening the folders that were arranged on another corner of the shelf. I had the habit of placing important documents in a folder.

Meanwhile, Aubrianne was out cold, completely unaware of her surroundings and all that was happening around her. Dear My Lovely Readers, My apologies for ending so abruptly, but this is only half the story and we are already at over two hundred chapters. I am so sorry, but I do not want to end up with a book that holds five hundred chapters. Hence the reason for part two, this story has surely grown and I am moving where it leads. Diaries of a Hybrid and Her Mate Two will be dropping soon, stay tuned... Meanwhile, feel free to check my newest book Queen Luna's Revenge - The Victim or the Villain? Right here on this lovely platform.

Ready. Lyanna Black. The name I had been carrying for fourteen months, the identity built for exactly this kind of situation, a woman with enough history to be plausible and not enough to be checkable quickly. Hitchhiker. Wrong direction. Heard something in the trees. Ran. The story had no holes because it had been designed to have no holes, and the only way it failed was if I failed to hold it correctly. Still water, I thought. You know this. You've been doing this since before they gave it a name.

Dad brought out a big brown book with a golden spine that extended around the book in a intricate design, dusting it off as he placed it on the large oak table. “I always wondered if Lylla knew what would happen, and she prepared for it” mom said, a solemn look on her face as she approached me. She took out a pin from the book's spine and grabbed my hand. “It will hurt a little” she said and pricked my finger. “Ow!” I moaned, pulling my hand from her. “I warned you” she said as she quickly went to the table, holding the pin with a drop of my blood over a small hole on the front of the book.

I growl. “Yes, My King… Would you like food or drink Alpha?” “No, I just want to be left alone,” I order. He bows his head but I sense him hesitating before he leaves the room, shutting the door behind me. I begin taking out the books from the bag and arranging them on the table in front of me. Escarra. There’s one book with nothing more in it than that, a good place to start then. I sit back, unable to forget about the woman I’ve left by the lake… I close my eyes, placing the book down and massage my temples.

It was moonlight—liquid silver, burning cool and pure, casting a sacred glow across ancient shadows. And there, at the center, rested the book. Bound in blackened leather. Set atop an obsidian pedestal etched with no sigil. But it pulsed. Faintly. Like it breathed. Elara stepped forward, heart a thunderclap beneath her ribs. Her fingers brushed the cover. The chamber shuddered, like the very air exhaled after centuries of silence. Runes flared to life in pale fire. The book opened on its own. The pages turned without wind, whispering like dying leaves until they stilled, blood-red ink curling across brittle parchment.

She looks at me and a simple smile came into her face, ‘Thank you, Cat, although I force you into this world, but you seem handle everything so well, and even gain friends in every corner of this newfound world. “Hey, it’s part of my charm.” I smirked at her, and both of us laughed and finally have some good time. This young woman, named Hyacinth, is a very unique entity, she have a pretty face, although not beautiful. Her demeanor was elegant and sultry, hence her high status, but she doesn’t have the arrogance of some highborn or rich people. She was young, probably twenty-four or twenty-five when she lost her life, such a young age and still full of life, but then it’s gone.

“Dante.” A voice called his name. The voice was soothing and familiar. As he opened his eyes, the entire cavern was bathed in a soft glow. The silhouette of Queen Hyacinth forms until all the details of her body are now visible within her aura. “She is a hybrid,” Hyacinth remarked, gazing at the lady next to him. There was a smile upon her face. “Both elf and fae. She has not quite tapped into her elemental powers yet.”

The Don's roar made the phone vibrate. I deliberately injected more distress into my voice. "Grandpa, I'm terrified. The man who took the fiancé you arranged is threatening to ruin me. He said that crossing the Salanto family means neither I nor the Vincent family will have a place in New York..." Before I could finish, Victoria lunged forward and snatched my phone. "Enough!" she sneered at me. "Stop your act! Let me tell you, Mr. Antonio of the Salanto family is a major player in New York! The union of the Castillo and Salanto families, that's what you call a proper match! As for your Vincent family—"

As they moved through the lavishly decorated hallway, the sound of laughter and music grew louder. Scarlett and Julian didn’t seem to care much for the grandeur around them as they walked towards where everyone was. Scarletts arm remained loosely wrapped around Julian’s, her posture stiff, maintaining the facade of a perfect couple. But as they stood so close, she couldn’t help but notice the faint yet captivating scent of his cologne, a sharp, clean fragrance that felt entirely out of place for a pauper like him.